Letra Cheers de Obie Trice

[Intro]
A lotta´ mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That´s what I´m doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn´t
make it in the struggle man I´s remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he´s a bad case,
He won´t last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here´s to
you and daddy´s new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here´s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po´ some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here´s a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po´ some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy fuck it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who´s to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
nigga fuck you I´m here today for fam that passed away
Bodies´ deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya´ll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here´s a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po´ some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here´s a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po´ some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you´ll be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping´ I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)